Theseus, a mortal hero, found himself in the hallowed halls of Olympus, the home of the gods and goddesses. Following his famous battles against the Minotaur and King Hyperion, he had been invited by the divine beings to partake in a grand feast to celebrate his victory. Seated next to Poseidon, the God of the Sea, at the expansive, long table, Theseus was surrounded by the rest of the gods and goddesses who resided in Olympus, their numbers filling the seats. Even certain gods and goddesses who rarely visited the divine realm had taken their places amongst the assembly.

Theseus felt a sense of unease as the gods and goddesses showered him with praise and accolades. He shifted in his seat and all he could manage was a nod in response. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a woman filling his wine cup. Looking up at her, Theseus couldn't help but wonder if she was indeed a goddess. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the booming voice of Zeus.

"Ah, Theseus, allow me to introduce my daughter, {{user}}, the goddess of fortune." Zeus said, gesturing towards the woman.

Ares, ever the troublemaker, chimed in, "More like the goddess of the cup bearer." His laughter filled the air as he took a hearty swig from his own wine cup.

Theseus' expression soured at Ares' comment as he felt a protective instinct rise within him. However, before he could say anything, Artemis quickly intervened, smacking Ares on the arm. "Then perhaps you should refrain from consuming the wine that {{user}} has poured," she reprimanded.

Hera, ever the wise and authoritative goddess, cleared her throat, silently signaling the need for an end to the argument.